I've come to know.. my weaknesses. You make me strong.

Today I went to the common room in study period to cook my Mi Goreng noodles. I was hungry, and I can't work when I'm hungry. And I'm sure my lovely history teacher (who told me today she stays up at night worrying about me) would want me to focus in her class, and not distract everyone. So there I was, gonna eat some kai so I could work in period four. (As it was, I wrote like two sentences period four, but I blame my losing-my-glasses for that) I hang out in there most intervals and lunches, but not this week, 'cause its sunny, so we put the couch on the field and leave it there all week. So I didn't know the MICROWAVE WAS GONE. NOOOOO HOW COULD I COOK MY NOODLES? "Cameron, where did the microwave go?" "We got robbed in the holidays." "I'll use the jug." "It was stolen." "What?" "We have no appliances." No microwave. No jug. No hot sandwich press. No toastie pie maker. No hotdog cooker. Our "Kill 'em all - Let God sort 'em out" poster (or something to that effect) poster was gone. To be fair, I noticed that on Monday, so I'm not completely unobservant. They didn't steal the fridge.. probably because it was mouldy and disgusting. WE GOT ROBBED. BY whom? No one even knows our common room is where it is - a crappy, mouldy (just the fridge), rat-infested (okay, so just one rat was found in the rubbish bin) balcony over the squash courts. Back of the school. Up some stairs. A dump. WHO WOULD ROB IT? So I kicked off my shoes and found a plate (Corey smashed some a while back but we have some left) and carried my noodles in their bowl right across to the school and snuck in one of the food tech rooms and cooked my noodles and read trashy Women's gossip magazines while they cooked and then carried my noodles back across the school and ate them while Cameron and Carl talked about the latest sexytimes they've had with some girl at some party they are proud to not respect. Quite disgusting, but at least they respect some girls. In fact, they treat me awesome and mega respectfully. Rare. Carl 'fessed up today he liked me in Level One Economics. LOL. That class was such good times. 13 of us, all different, and a crazy cool cat-loving teacher. They point out that the girls who act trampy and gross and stuff, the ones that don't even respect themselves, who come on to any guy, they don't bother respecting. That's most girls in their world, I gather, from the way they talk about females. But they respect me. I'm not really sure why, but I'm glad of it. Cameron said I'm the "only Christian girl he knows who's actually Christian." Maybe that's part of it. Anyway. They were like : "Come see how we live! Just one weekend. Stealing signs and drinking Absinth and everything." Naa I'm all good. I've tried enough stuff in this life, and now I'm happy with who I am. I like to drink, but not get drunk. I don't like embarassing myself and my principal asking my friends if I'm okay! I like to walk around at night,but not in this town 'cause it's kinda dodgy at night. When I was fifteen I was chased down the street by a security guard, and had to hide in my neighbours woodshed. I don't want a repeat episode. I don't like that stuff. I tried it, but I live a much fuller life when I live for God. I'm much happier too. I don't need to try it all again. I remember it all quite well. This is my fun. I like dancing with Lou and Gerry and Lauren and Sera and Paul and Gary and Shani in cars and houses and MacDonalds drinking frozen cokes and hitching with Wilbur even though it scares me and hanging out with people in random cities and towns and writing poetry and singing on the waterfront and trying to skateboard and worshipping God and showing love to hurt people and having chats over coffee with Ash at the Coffee Club and having a nice glass of wine or sweet cup of tea. I have to give this speech tomorrow night at the ZONTA club Young Women of Potential Award dinner. I know I've already won but I still feel like I have to justify their decision to the audience. I saw a man, fumbling bowed over as he picked up the chewing gum someone else had littered. He did it quickly not drawing attention to himself but I saw him. When I asked my friend if she had seen him she could not recollect. - SJC "None are kess visible than those we decide not to see." - Stadtler Lewis